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to be?” I ask, wiping my sweaty palms on my slacks. I know it might be strange that I wear these clothes and own a motorcycle but I have to say there is nothing freer than having the wind in your hair and that motor between your thighs. I missed it while I was gone.
    Max finally looks over at me. “Probably with that bitch you call a wife.”
    I don’t get mad at him for calling her a bitch. She is one but, then again, she’s much more than that. “She wasn’t happy I came back. I wanted to be here for you, though. Whether you wanted me or not.”
    Max shrugs. “I don’t care. I don’t care about anything except Blake.”
    I open my mouth to say something else but Farah’s parents move into the living room and I grimace. It’s gotta suck for Farah that they are here. She can’t stand them and I don’t blame her. Sarah and Farah had sick luck with parents. Luckily they had their grandparents, otherwise I think they both might have lost their minds and turned into the woman who is smiling sweetly at me.
    “Max, we’ve decided we’re going to ask Farah to leave. It has to be hard for you that she’s here,” Nancy Gentry says and I feel a fist clench against my leg.
    Max clears his throat and doesn’t even bother looking at them. “Why don’t you two leave? I think that might be better for me.”
    Nancy narrows her eyes. I choke back a laugh. I’ve never heard anyone talk to her like that. “I know you’re hurting right now, so I’m going to pretend you didn’t just say that.”
    “Pretend all you like. Sarah’s gone now, I don’t have to be nice to your sick and twisted ass.” He stands up and picks up Blake. Then he sits back down. I guess he’s trying to protect him from those assholes.
    I know he’s about to let out a verbal smack down but Farah appears at the top of the stairs, a bag in her hand. Her eyes widen when they meet mine. It hurts, it hurts so fucking bad. Looking at her is like scalding myself with boiling hot water. I want to rush to her, kiss her and tell her everything is going to be okay, but I can’t do that.
    I’m not the man for her and I never was.
     
    Farah
     
    I know for a while that when I wake up, I’ll still think she’s alive. I went through this before, when my Gran died. My eyes will open and I’ll be happy for all of ten seconds before it’ll hit me.
    My sister, my best friend, my other half, is gone.
    She’ll no longer be there to catch me when I fall. I’ll never see her smiling face when I walk in her front door. She’ll never answer her phone again offering me all the advice she can, good or bad. She’ll never hold me again when I’m so fucking sad I can’t keep it in anymore. I’ll never call her again in the middle of the night, wishing for a second I was normal and not needing her to reassure me.
    And with that thought I don’t move out of my bed at Max and Sarah’s house. I just lay there in a fog. I’m lost, broken, hurt and full of despair. How do I go on? How?
    There’s no fucking answer to that question.
    About an hour after I wake up, I get up to use the bathroom. I’ve been holding it since I woke up. I would rather get up and go than have to get up and change the sheets because I wet the bed.
    When I open the door to go out into the hall I pause because I hear voices. My parents to be exact.
    “What do you want me to do with her Nancy? I can’t force her to leave, this is where she lives.” My father’s deep voice echoes down the short hallway.
    I hear my mother give off her signature sigh and I brace myself for whatever hateful shit will come out of her mouth. “She doesn’t need to stay here with Max and Blake. She’s just going to make this whole thing harder on everyone. Nobody wants her here and we shouldn’t have to deal with her.”
    Then I’m falling to the floor. I’m rocking back and forth, wishing for the arms that held me when my mother used to set into me. Then Sarah’s right in front of me. Her eyes, the